"Seriously?!" Alex groaned.
That's when he snapped back, not knowing that his words would accidentally become true.
"What am I your mother?!" He yelled, emphasizing mother with excruciating detail. Alex didn't understand why Becky couldn't just ask their mother to help her.
Before he could pry further, he quickly felt a twinge of vertigo, with his vision going blurry for a moment. He shut his eyes tightly, attempting to shake off whatever feeling had just come over him when he encountered something odd. He felt something soft hit the front of his face.
He reopened his eyes, now feeling better, only to feel a different type of strange all over. Staring back at him was curly dark locks, like his hair, except there was a LOT more of it reaching down past his face and shoulders. He went to brush it back, thinking he had bumped into somebody, but that's when he saw his arm and hand.
His arm was at least half as thick, and his hand was much smaller, with his nails being slightly longer and colored a deep red.
"What the Hell?" He gasped, not just at his arm but also at his higher pitched voice.
Alex slowly lowered his head, only for his jaw to drop at the sight of two, massive mounds of breast staring back at him. He felt all around his body quickly, realizing exactly what he had feared.
"I-I'm a woman." He muttered, still in total shock.
"Mom?!" He suddenly heard Betty call.
He turned to see that he was no longer on the sidewalk in town, but was somehow back at his own home. Of course, compared to his transformation, this did little to faze him.
"Mom, I asked if you saw my kit?" She asked Alex once more.
"W-what, w-where is she?" Alex asked meekly, glancing around for their mother.
"Mom, please stop joking around." becky sighed. She walked up to Alex and grabbed her hands, forcing Alex to look at her. "Mom, I NEED this date to go well, have you seen it anywhere?" She asked.
"N-no..." He barely managed to mutter.
"Ugh!" Becky sighed before running back upstairs.
"What the hell." He whispered, before finally realizing what had happened. "What the Hell!" He called out louder, squeezing his breasts. "I'm a chick!" He gasped. He walked over quickly to the kitchen, not even realizing he did so in heels flawlessly. "I'm an old chick!" HE yelled.
The face staring back at him was definitely his own, but softer all around. It was a feminine version of his own face, slightly pudgier, rounder, surrounded by long curly black hair and covered in light makeup. From Alex's estimate, she must've been around his mother's age at late 30 something.
*RING* *RING* The house phone went off, startling him.
It was his Dad! "Maybe he won't be weird like Becky was." Alex thought.
"Hello?" Alex answered.
"Oh hey honey, are you ready for tonight?" His father asked with a hint of a smirk in his voice.
"Uh, it's me Alex... you know that right?" Alex asked, desperate for all of this to be some crazy dream.
"Of course I know it's you baby... is something wrong? You sound upset." His dad asked.
"I-I don't know..." Alex stuttered, unsure of what was going on.
"Hm, well maybe lie down for now okay Alexa? I'll be home fairly soon, so hang tight." His father replied.
"Alexa?" Alex stammered. "Wait, does the name Jennifer mean anything to you?" He asked, suddenly even more worried.
"Yeah your sister? What about her?" His father asked.
Alex was stunned. Jennifer was his mother's name, but his dad just called her his SISTER.
"Uh, never mind... gotta go." Alex quickly replied, having up fast.
Glancing over at a photo on the wall, Alex's heart dropped. In it was what should have been the normal family portrait, but there were only three people in it instead of 4. His father and his sister looked the same, but instead of his mother he saw the older, female version of himself dressed in a nice dress with her arm wrapped around his father.
"Holy shit, the whole world changed... it actually changed... they all think I'm this." He pieced it together, giving his breasts another squeeze.
"Okay, okay Alex stay calm." He thought, beginning to pace around the kitchen. "Think about it, how did this happen? Did I piss off any genies? Did I step on an angry magic bug? Gah this is crazy! I sound insane, magic isn't supposed to actually exist!" He thought, getting further frustrated.
Alex ran his hands through his hair. He usually did that when stressed, but now started to yelp in pain as his manicured nails got caught in his longer hair. He groaned, finally pulling them out quickly. When he did so, he spotted the small ring that was sitting comfortably on his right hand.
"The ring!" He finally realized. "It has to be why I changed." He said aloud.
But how was the question? He thought for a moment, until he remembered the last thing he had been doing.
"Ok, I asked Becky if I was her mother sarcastically, then she said something quietly, then the next thing I know I'm here like this..." He reasoned. "Ok, maybe it's just based on saying stuff I guess?" He wondered.